It was funny. When you were having a good time, clocks run fast ;when you're bored, clocks run slow; when you wish someone would enter the principle's office and abduct you, clocks seem to stop.
Yes, the principle's office with it's hard chairs and menopausal secretaries. Across from you sat another student. You didn't remember his name, you didn't care. All you cared was that he threw a punch, you beat him down, and now you both were in this hellhole. Not to mention they called your father.
No, you didn't have one of those lay around dads. Your dad was certifiably insane. (To outsiders anyway.) Now you waited for the impending doom that would come with his arrival.
"Do you have anything to say, (name)," the principal asked.
"Do you like your organs where they are Mr. Cane?"
The principal narrowed his eyes. Couldn't he see? You were trying to save him! With your dad, Mr. Cane wouldn't survive this meeting. This wouldn't have been a problem if they had let you call your uncle Ludwig. Sure he was strict, but he would let your Principal live. "That was not funny."
"She wasn't laughing da?" A tall man with cornsilk hair slid into the room.
Who was your father? Ivan Braginski of course. Despite your apprehension, you smiled. His voice always made you warm. "Hi Papa."
His violet eyes washed over you, logging every bump and scratch. He tilted your chin up to get a better look at your split lip. "How did this happen?"
You pointed at the other kid. "He called me commie," you said. "Shoved me up against the lockers and tried to hit me."
"Mr. Braginski," Mr. Cane snorted. "I find it hard to believe that (name) could beat Oliver this badly if she hadn't initiated the fight."
"That's a damned lie and you know it!"
Mr. Cane turned red like one of Antonio's tomatoes. Sure you were stronger than most people! Your father was the persona of Russia after all, but Mr. Cane couldn't know that.
Ivan placed his hand on Mr. Cane's head and squeezed. "My sunflower would never do something like this unprovoked." He squeezed harder and Mr. Cane let out a yelp. "I do not think this needs to get ugly do you?" Another squeeze and Mr. Cane was on the verge of tears.
"Uh dad," you coughed. Mr Cain sat terrified and sweaty. "He's turning blue"
Ivan released him and reached into his tan trench coat. Your breath hitched, and your palms got sweaty. This was it. Your principal and classmate would die and you would have to leave town. However, instead of his trusty lead pipe, your father withdrew a pen. He signed the suspension slip calmly. Your father turned to Olliver and grinned. "You shouldn't call people names," he warned. "It could make someone very angry."
The boy nodded and turned pale.
Your father turned back to the Principal"Your name is Cane da?" Ivan's childish smile did nothing to kill the chill that ran down your principal's spine. You knew it was wrong, but there was a small part of you that really wanted to see Ivan take Mr.Cane out.
"Dad," you said as he was driving away. "Thanks for bailing me out."
"Anything for my sunflower."
You thought back to your principal who nearly had his brain crushed. "But next time, try a little restraint"
Everything was calm until about a week later when a news report blared on the TV. "Early this morning, a local highschool student woke up to find every window in his house broken. The only clue was a lead pipe erected in the front yard."
You dropped your box of oreos and ran up the stairs, pushing past the Baltic's. "Dad! I said restraint!"